I Want People to Share Their Poetry
Beauty sought, beauty found.
The silence fades into a waving scream of hurricanes in motion destroying distant dreams,
Of someone who is crying inside me,
The one who is a saviour and a nightmare so it seems.
If there could be a God who would give yet not deceive,
No endless ending stories would we no doubt receive.
We, ever asking questions of quests to do or dare,
And find a sense of mourning in that deep and done despair.
Follow me to heaven with only peace to show,
When every one does find not fault in love that's loved and known,
And I will bring you angels to carry every pain,
Until the beauty that I see in you is all that does remain.
And so my grief forgives not I but digs and tears in two,
My own, my sweetness carries me to this blinkered shinning view.
That somewhere, something, someone who is threatening the new could only be a shadow of the grace that lies in you.
The silence fades into a waving scream of hurricanes in motion destroying distant dreams,
Of someone who is crying inside me,
The one who is a saviour and a nightmare so it seems.
If there could be a God who would give yet not deceive,
No endless ending stories would we no doubt receive.
We, ever asking questions of quests to do or dare,
And find a sense of mourning in that deep and done despair.
Follow me to heaven with only peace to show,
When every one does find not fault in love that's loved and known,
And I will bring you angels to carry every pain,
Until the beauty that I see in you is all that does remain.
And so my grief forgives not I but digs and tears in two,
My own, my sweetness carries me to this bl
That somewhere, something, someone who is threatening the new could only be a shadow of the grace that lies in you.